It was still drizzling outside the corridor, and the rain fell along the eaves like a water curtain. Miss Wang seemed a little weak. When the wind blew, the long skirt was swinging, and she couldn't bear it. Her body was shivering. Ye Chunqiu walked inadvertently on her left side, walking side by side with her.

Suddenly, the wind was no longer strong. Miss Wang raised her eyes in shock and looked at Ye Chunqiu, who pretended to be indifferent but secretly sheltered herself from the wind.

Ye Chunqiu just said, "I starved to death. Your Wang family shouldn't be honest. With such a big family business, I suddenly want to eat roasted pigeons."

Miss Wang couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, but this smile flashed and flew away. She was Wang Hua's only daughter. Now her father's life and death are uncertain, how can she laugh?

After passing the corridor, I arrived at a small hall. Miss Wang nodded at Ye Chunqiu and Ye Chunqiu's head. Without avoiding the eyes of the servants and maids, she sat down in the hall with Miss Wang. The girl outside looked in and looked at her lady with worried.

Miss Wang was actually very calm. Perhaps she was a lady from a famous family, and her heirs had a constant demeanor when her father and brother collapsed before her, or... Ye Chunqiu did not give her too much disgust.

She calmed down and sat with her knees dignified appearance, and said to the girl outside: "Chunmei, go and prepare and send a few side dishes, um... are there any pigeons? If there are, bring them together."

The girl responded and hurried away.

The people who caught up with him had already arrived outside the door, but they didn't dare to come in, so the miserable people stood outside.

This made Ye Chunqiu quite depressed. He was watched by people when he was eating? Well, ignore them.

Because of Miss Wang's calmness, the servants in the mansion had a backbone. Someone carefully served tea. Ye Chunqiu picked up the tea and smiled kindly at Miss Wang. Just as he was about to drink it, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Miss Wang, can you lend your silver hairpin?"

Miss Wang's eyes turned and understood Ye Chunqiu's intentions. This young man was a little cautious and scary. He hurriedly took off the silver hairpin from his bun. Ye Chunqiu was about to take it over, but her red lips were slightly pursed, and she smiled: "This is not clean, Ye... Master Ye, please bring your tea."

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding. Ye Chunqiu handed the teacup to her hand. She hung the silver hairpin in the air and poured a little hot tea on the silver hairpin. The silver hairpin was still as bright as new. She smiled and handed the teacup to Ye Chunqiu's desk, saying, "Not poisonous, Mr. Ye, please have tea."

Ye Chunqiu looked at her thankfully. As a gangster who "takes hostages", it seems that the situation is not too bad.

He took a sip of tea and suddenly became refreshed. He sighed and said, "Good tea, is this the beautiful tongue of West Lake?"

Miss Wang's pretty face was no longer shy and said, "That's right, it was sent by my father's friend from Hangzhou. Is the young master's accent probably from Zhejiang?"

Ye Chunqiu said: "I have lived in Hangzhou for a year, but I have never tasted such a beautiful tongue. Alas..." Shaking my head, the sadness of poverty.

Seeing his annoyed look, Miss Wang couldn't help but want to laugh. When she was with this person, she seemed to temporarily forget her father's troubles of being seriously ill, but this thought passed by her mind, and her pretty face became faint again: "My father's illness..."

Ye Chunqiu had already drunk a cup of tea in this skill. He glanced at the densely packed monkey outside and said calmly: "If Ling Zun is not treated, the students will be buried with them, so... Miss, don't worry, the students don't want to die, so no matter what, Ling Zun must be alive."

Thinking of this, Miss Wang just whined, and all the measures were ineffective. She was waiting in the corridor tonight to prepare for the funeral. The brothers at home were not around, and her mother was too weak and lost her opinion. The others were not close relatives and might not be willing to do their best, so she had to give them a dress. After all, this place was not the hometown of the Wang family. If it were in the old house, it would be fine, and there would always be uncles and villagers coming forward.

She seemed a little tired, and too many things happened, which made her mentally exhausted.

Fortunately, at this time, a girl served the food, and there were indeed pigeons.

Miss Wang cheered up and said, "I'll do it." Take out the silver hairpin that had just tried the tea. Because it had been washed clean by water, there was no need to be a taboo. The silver hairpin tried one by one on the meal. The silver hairpin was still clear and had a snow-white halo: "Young Master, please eat?"

"Don't you eat it?" Ye Chunqiu seemed a little embarrassed.

Miss Wang shook her head and said quietly: "The little girl has no mind."

It is very understandable. The most important thing is that I am hungry now, so I no longer persuaded me, picked up my chopsticks and started to feast on them.

This young man... was very rude, especially when eating. Not to mention chewing slowly, he grabbed the pigeon with his hands when treating the pigeon. While holding the chopsticks, he was chewing the pigeon's hideous face slightly surprised Miss Wang, and then he was angry and funny. She had never seen such a greedy and unruly person in the mansion. If she saw others like this, Miss Wang would naturally frown and even turned her eyes away, not wanting to see such a rude thing.

But Ye Chunqiu was so swaying and claws that he didn't feel disgusted. He just watched quietly. Ye Chunqiu seemed to have no attention to her and was too lazy to care about her eating behavior. When he ate it clean like a wind and clouds, he couldn't help but clap his hands. At this time, Miss Wang couldn't help frowning. She took out a square hand from her sleeve and handed it to Ye Chunqiu.

When Ye Chunqiu stretched out his greasy hand, Miss Wang's expression finally sluggished. At this time, Ye Chunqiu had already taken the square pat and wiped the greasy corners of his mouth and hands.

"I'm full." Ye Chunqiu touched his belly, as if he was afraid that the outsiders would not listen.

Miss Wang said, "Does your son still want to drink tea?"

Ye Chunqiu shook his head and said with a righteous spirit: "Forget it, I'm here to see the doctor, not to eat and drink. Miss Wang treats me as someone, well, go back to see Ling Zun's condition."

Miss Wang stood up slowly, and when Ye Chunqiu got up, he took the knife and pressed it against her body before leaving.

After being coerced for a long time, they will naturally get used to it. When those who saw Miss Wang and Ye Chunqiu were about to come out, they looked bitter-faced and then took off obediently.

When they returned to Wang Hua's room, they saw that Wang Hua was still vomiting. Time and time again, he had no idea how much salt water he had eaten, and how much conditioned reflex was vomited due to the reaction of his stomach.

However, his body was obviously getting more and more exhausted. Under Ye Chunqiu's gaze, the old imperial doctor Ye carefully reached out to pick up Wang Hua's pulse. Finally, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing: "I'm afraid of the lifespan of the prince..."
Chapter completed!